you know I've read too many books
to be afraid of never ending stories
you know I've seen too many signs
along the way to be afraid of deceiving things
I am no longer small and feeling alone
darkness and time are nothing I fear
and now, what shall I do?
guess what's just come around to find me
my dear old fear of not having you here
oh, I must look so lonely, but whoever you see
it's not me, it's not me, I'm fine
I'm the secret desperation in nobody's head
too busy smiling to living ones and now
and now what I shall do, now that I fear you
now that I fear you
(written after a whole night spent listening to safe trip home)
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